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14. Protective Older Brother

14. Protective Older Brother

EMILY'S POV-

I walk back inside, thinking all the different scenarios that could've potentially happened, whether Connor was thinking the same as me or not, as he was on top of me.

Don't be stupid, I bet he was mortified to see my ugly face staring up at him.

When I get to the kitchen, Connor following behind me, I pick up the ketchup bottle that I had abandoned when I needed to make my escape.

Connor has silently slipped past me and has finished rolling out the dough and has made three fairly equal pizza bases. I stand a few feet away from him and watch the concentration on his face.

Okay, not creepy at all Em.

However, I realised I couldn't be angry at him, how was he to know that I had the sudden urge for him to kiss the hell out of me.

I turn back to him.

"Done?" I ask, offering him a smile.

"Yep," he says with relief, probably thankful that I'm not in a strop with him.

I would be thankful too, when someone gets on the wrong side of me, trust me; it's not nice.

"Okay, so I think we can put the sauce on, and then toppings," he says.

I squeeze an equal amount of ketchup on each pizza, as I do that, Connor uses the back of a spoon and begins spreading it all over the bases. We finish within minutes, as it was the easiest part of the whole process. Connor finishes off (apparently perfecting all three pizzas).

"So toppings? I think I want veg on mine." I say.

I take out pepper, onion, tomato, sweet corn and cheese for mine, before I dice everything up and throw it on.

"I think I'll have the same but I'll put some tuna and olives on as well," Connor says, as he has already cut up most of what he wants on his pizza.

I drain the canned tuna for him and decide on using the rest for Harry's pizza.

I would suggest chicken or some kind of meat, but I knew we had none in the kitchen. As like I said before, no one had been shopping.

"Olives, ugh. Harry loves them, I think they're gross," I say, knowing that he probably doesn't care.

"Really? I love them, they're so good," he says, taking one out the jar and putting it in his mouth.

I make an ugly face; just the thought of them makes me feel weird.

"Right, I have an idea for Haz's pizza," I tell Connor, who's chewing on olives and neatly arranging his toppings on his pizza. Such a perfectionist, unlike me, who literally threw everything on; getting hungrier by the minute.

"Oh no everyone! Em's got an idea!" he says sarcastically.

I scowl at him. "Some of my ideas happen to be very good," I state.

"Really know, like which ones?" he pushes.

"Well, erm. Like, the one when..," I stutter, trying to remember. "Shut up Connor and listen to me," I say bossily.

He puts his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm listening, I'm listening."

"I think we should decorate the toppings, so that it looks like a face," I say excitedly.

Connor rolls his eyes at me, "Are you serious? You cannot be serious."

"I thought it was a good idea," I say, being genuinely serious.